Outside my front door
Stands Orion.
Points - shadowing a great warrior,
Mounting the darkness.
One to guard the sky,
To rule the night,
To keep an eye on my better interests.
While I turn a cheek to my regrets -
I stand, fully erect
And halfway aware;
Motionless atop nature’s green shag carpet,
speaking to Orion
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